The Sword God of the South

Not Letting Run

They locked up Zhang Fei while brandishing their respective weapons. The shaft of the machete and the sword that was exposed to the sunlight seemed to give off a flash of light.

Yush!!!

Five people had already attacked, the slash of a machete and the slash of a sword came from two different directions. Each of the attacks targeted an important part, but Zhang Fei was easily able to deal with it.

He dodged all of the attacks with simple movements. The clash of two weapon-type rods rang out, it happened because Zhang Fei had deliberately banged him with a flick of his finger or his inner power boost.

In a short time, he had already been attacked in a row by the five peasants.

"Blow of Red Land!"

Zhang Fei shouted quite loudly. He clenched his hands together and dealt a blow to every enemy that was attacking him.

The punch he took out was faster than the opponent's own attack. So it was only natural that the blow arrived first.

Plakk!!! Bukk!!!

One-by-one of them immediately fell to the ground. The five fell down. The sharp and sword they had held tightly, had now been thrown far enough away.

I don't know when and how Zhang Fei did it. Clearly, the five people felt regretful they had acted rashly.

In less than fifteen moves, the five second-rate warriors were crippled. Although they were not killed, but at least the people suffered severe internal injuries.

Meanwhile, the other eight people were immediately shocked to death after witnessing the incident just now.

Each of them had the initiative to escape. Unfortunately, this was already known to Zhang Fei.

"Don't ever think you can run away from here. Because for the rest of my life, it feels like I have never let humans like you escape my entanglement," Zhang Fei said in a cold tone. "Except by carrying a very severe wound!" continued.

Simultaneously, a mountain wind suddenly blew quite fiercely. It made his words just sound more scary than they should have.

The eight warriors disguised as farmers did not immediately reply. They are now trying to gather their courage.

A little while later, the old farmer who had spoken a lot from the beginning, said again.

"Who will run? Even if you know you're not our opponent, we're not all gonna run away. Don't forget, only cowardly people dare to run from the battlefield. Didn't we?"

"Hahaha .." Zhang Fei suddenly laughed. The sound of his laughter sounded sinister, making my feathers stand up. "Rubber, what you say is not wrong. In that case, I respect you a lot,"

"Thank you" replied the man, bowing his head.

"As a gift, I'll give you a death that doesn't hurt,"

The old farmer did not answer. He just smiled. The forced smile.

Gone some time later, before the battle resumed again, Zhang Fei immediately asked another question.

"Actually, who and where are you?"

Zhang Fei was very curious. He wanted to know who these people were.

"You don't need to know about this, you don't need to know,"

"Of course you should know. Because this is so important,"

"We still won't tell you,"

"Hemm .. are you from the Perverted Devil Party?"

"No. We're not part of them,"

"What is the Black Banner Party?"

"Also not,"

"Where are you guys from then? Oh, are you guys from another Empire purposely assigned to mess with our Song Empire?"

Asked so, the old farmer immediately silenced his mouth. He's not talking anymore.

For Zhang Fei, silence is a sign!

Kingg!!!

The eight people answered Zhang Fei's words with action. The sharp glint of each of those weapons was immediately visible.

Unwilling to waste any longer, they immediately jumped up and took their respective positions.

"You go ahead first, we will soon follow," the old farmer said to the three remaining second-rate warriors.

Actually they want to refuse, but when they realize that it will be in vain, then inevitably they must obey.

"Well," the three answered simultaneously.

Yush!!!

They directly charged towards Zhang Fei. The three machete rods immediately read out to different points.

In a short time, they arrived in plain sight.

"Get your machete off!"

Zhang Fei shouted loudly as his hands moved. That pair of hands made a movement very quickly.

Three machete rods were instantly snatched away by him!

Srett!!!

The Head of the martial world made a rotating movement. The three second-class warriors immediately screamed loudly when the machete hit his own body.

Fresh blood immediately poured out. They fell to their knees and could no longer continue the fight.

"Basic fool!" the old farmer shouted. At the same time he invited four of his colleagues to intervene.

Yush!!! Wutt!!! Wutt!!!

Five first-class warriors lunged like a pack of wolves. They attacked Zhang Fei by relying on his combined moves.

Flashes of sword light scattered over the air. The five swords continued to dance freely. Zhang Fei's entire body became their target.

The slashes and stabs came incessantly. In just a moment Zhang Fei had been in the siege of the opponent.

The sound of buzzing and the sword air gathered into an exclamation. Admittedly, their combined style is indeed quite great. Moreover, the style is based on speed and accuracy.

If the opponent is someone else or the swordsman chooses to compete out there, maybe he will be overwhelmed immediately at that moment. Moreover, the fact that their movements were different from those of the warriors in the Song Empire.

But even so, Zhang Fei was not. In the face of all those attacks, he still appeared calm and relaxed.

Both of his hands moved to the rhythm of the opponent's game. Sometimes Zhang Fei clamped down on the tip of the opponent's sword and banged it with another sword.

The fight became a separate entertainment for the Four Grandfathers of the World.

They seemed to nod their heads as Zhang Fei managed to thwart every opponent's attack.

Wutt!!! Kingg!!!

After the fight reached twenty moves, Zhang Fei suddenly jumped up high. In mid-air he immediately unsheathed the Sword of the God King and instantly took out his mouthpiece.

"The Sword of the Corn Conqueror!"

Wutt!!! Whoa!!!

The white glow of sheen instantly spread widely. The loud clanking from the impact of the weapon immediately sounded instantly. Not only that, even a sword that was so dense immediately enveloped the fighting arena.

The five first-class warriors were choked. They felt a heavy pressure on his shoulders. The hand that held the sword immediately felt an ache after colliding with Zhang Fei's sword.

The six people were currently already engaged in a fierce fight. The first-class warriors tried to defend a piece of his life.

The combined moves that have been held since, suddenly lost its prestige after meeting the style of the Sword of the Conqueror of the Jagad!